Book Review: American Mystic

Book ReviewAmerican MysticBy Ralph Eugene Meatyard.Reviewed by Christopher J Johnson A mystic is one who operates beyond sense, finding that the sense of a thing is something that is inherent in the experience of it; a mystic doesn’t observe and internalize and recapitulate, instead they take on the world like a sieve, never standing in the way, but rather routing the flow; a mystic is less the equals sign in an equation than they are a megaphone for a whispered thing.

“For according to the outward man, we are in this world, and according to the inward man, we are in the inward world.... Since then we are generated out of both worlds, we speak in two languages, and we must be understood also by two languages.”— Jakob Böhme

This is the statement of a mystic, it hinges on a duality and the truth it offers is no simple truth, but a truth that leads to an expansion of understanding and, finally, more questions; this is the work of a mystic.

A mystic is one who operates beyond sense, finding that the sense of a thing is something that is inherent in the experience of it; a mystic doesn’t observe and internalize and recapitulate, instead they take on the world like a sieve, never standing in the way, but rather routing the flow; a mystic is less the equals sign in an equation than they are a megaphone for a whispered thing.

For when we think of the internal world and the external world and the seed by which they, together, branch out from (experience) we would do well to think of Meatyard, his works and his processes. His practice was to use his photographs as autorefractors, to present with every image a slightly different lens and ask, “And now? Better? Or, worse? – And now… and now?” And through the tiny hole of his autorefractor, we see what? A mask? A poet? A translator? A teacher? A monk? A family member? – “Better or worse?” The world as it is, but yet this is is only what seems to be – and the final is-ness is determined by the eye being tested, the one for whom the vision is internalized and, somehow, different from any other eye’s method of seeing.

Just the fact that no one seems to be able to supply a direct and commonly accepted answer to the aims of Meatyard’s photographic works only strengthens this comparison to a mystic; his works are contradictions solidified in an image; the beauty of family, with the difficulty of it, at the same time, right at the surface – not hidden, but not marring that beauty either – again, the work of a mystic…

What then is American Mystic in relation to Meatyard, it is an attempt by pieces to fit together a puzzle; to assemble an image of the whole from several and disparate photographs, ephemera and facts. Alexander Nemerov presents a Meatyard prayer book, but these prayers aren’t prayers in the liturgical sense, they are prayers by their brevity and simplicity; they are attempts to elucidate in digestible bites the enigma of this self-taught photographer, PTA member, optician, failed dentist, bibliophile and father.

However, this task is impossible. While Nemerov is able to shed light, he must, nonetheless, express himself through his own eye, through the refraction of Nemerov focusing on Meatyard. Nemerov is able to offer some “ah-ha” moments along the way, but ultimately the book leaves one with more questions than answers – this may be the inevitable outcome for any who seek to offer clarity to Meatyard; a man of three, not two worlds: the one that is and the one that seems and the truth that exists between them.

However, that said, this is an indispensable volume for Meatyard scholars to come, identifying people and locations within the photographer’s oeuvre and expanding upon the personal ephemera of the photographer through Nemerov’s investigations of the photographer’s library and other personal effects.

If by the end of your encounter with American Mystic you feel expanded, and yet filled with more questions at the same time, then I’d say you’ve successfully descended into Meatyard’s photographs and that Nemerov has done his bit; now you understand, “better? Or, worse?” — Christopher J Johnson